Owl House Oc Novelas e Histórias

“I would live anywhere with you Cyrus. As long as Oliver is on board.” Oliver walked over, hearing his name. “On board with what?” Cyrus smiled, “would you like to live with your mom, me and the dogs at a farm? Osiris has offered me some land to build a shelter and house on. We could built it any way we like.” Oliver smiled, “could I have a tree house? Could I help with the animals?” Cyrus shrugged, “I don’t see why not. If your mother is fine with it of course.”

~5 years ago~ My parents always made sure everything was perfect for the Alpha and his Luna. They were lead Omega's but that didn't matter. The Alpha found dust under a lamp. Not much but it was enough to be killed for apparently. They could feel his anger as he made his way down to our little falling apart shack. Knowing something was different this time, they told me and my sister to run into the woods and not to look back.

He would keep this dress for when his newest maid was away. As she turned to leave after hanging up the dress, he grabbed her arm and went closer to her so he could give her a warning. “I haven't forgotten your punishment, Omega.” He watched her pale and scurry away, and he let his smile take over his face and envelope his features. She was a very expressive toy. None of the other wolves he had been with were like her. He looked forward to making her face make even more of those expressions. When the slave had gone out of the room, he sat in there and grabbed the red dress off the hanger. It was faint, but he caught the scent of her - a vanilla mixed into the smell of pure woman.

Willow POV I pull up to the Wolf's Den at exactly 8:55 PM. My eyes glance around the parking lot, hoping to see Osiris outside, but I have no such luck. It looks like I am going to have to go inside. Stepping out of my cute little sports car, I look disgustingly at the building in front of me. This looks like the type of place rogues meet up to do drug deals. The siding on the building is mismatched, as are the shingles on the roof. It looks like the whole building was once painted black, but now it is weathered and peeling. There is a crudely painted wolf howling at the moon on the sign.

Because it’s not a performance. Lenox trails behind us, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed. But I can feel his attention sweeping the hall, catching every movement, every whisper, every shift in energy. He’s not worried. He’s just doing his job. We pass a group of younger wolves clustered near a doorway. They fall silent as we approach, eyes widening when they see Oakley. One of them—barely more than a teenager—leans toward another and whispers something that sounds suspiciously like, “Is that a witch?”

‘Ain’t that the truth, Cher,’ I think while singing along to the song. The Olwens are one of the few families to own a mansion in this part of town. The area is known for its brownstone townhouses and high-rise apartments. Their place is a Georgian-inspired house built on a hill, surrounded by huge oak trees. It’s no wonder Mason and Olivia chose to have their wedding here. The ceremony and reception are to take place in the garden, which also happens to be the house’s best selling feature. The well-maintained outdoor space looks like something from a bridal magazine. Fairy lights are sprinkled around trees and across the wooden awnings, giving the illusion of tiny little stars lighting up t

Sara replied. "Do you have an Omega that can come and train her?" Elder Summers asked. "We are looking for one now" Sara answered. "I may have one that could help you. My mate is an Omega and has become bored now that the kids have moved out. She could come and help." Elder Summers offered. "We would be honored to have her assist us" Jack replied with a grin. "I will speak with the Council and Matilda today but I think that everything should fall into place. Congrats! You have a new pack member and a new daughter!" Elder Summers stated and the car breathed a sigh of relief.

“Where is little Oliver tonight?” “Grandpa Orson Hale has the little pup inside the pack house right now,” Marcus Hale says, walking up to shake Kael’s big hand. “He is trying to teach a two-month-old baby how to hold a tiny hockey stick, which is completely crazy.” “Orson is a wild old wolf,” Kael laughs, his big arm sliding right back around my waist to pull my frame against his heat. “But he has a lot of pack resources riding on the next winter game, so he wants the young pups ready early.”

She seemed fragile, like a porcelain doll that might shatter at the slightest pressure. "Where would you like to go?" I asked as we settled into the vehicle. "Back to your cottage?" Olivia shook her head quickly, panic flashing across her face. "No. Not there. Not yet." "Okay," I said soothingly. "How about something completely different? Something fun?" She looked at me skeptically. "Fun?" I started the engine, an idea forming. "Trust me?" After a moment's hesitation, she nodded. Twenty minutes later, we pulled into the Shadow Creek Indoor Entertainment Complex. Olivia looked confused as I led her inside the massive facility.